The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the workshop was thick. It hung heavy. It smelled of brass dust and old sweat. Elias Vane stood still. His hands trembled. A fine, silver thread lay on the table. It caught the dim light. It did not sparkle. It looked dead. He was a tailor. Or so they said. He made coats. Heavy wool coats for men who walked the grey streets. He made suits for men who sat in high towers. He was a...

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